Pressed in ceramic
A moment in time
Kept on the shelf as a memory of mine
Pink in its depths
And white to surround
A small toddler hand
Once it was mine

I pick it up
Its edges jagged
My hands aren’t soft
They’re now ripped and ragged
Unable to fit my palm back in
I trace my finger along the rim

I gaze my eyes upon its text
Silver, small and written complex
My name; my gift just for me
With the year it was made, 2003
And under that as well
My old happy place
Called Tinkerbell